The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: The White Crib [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131215224233/saintsrow/images/e/e7/Wh_logo_01.png]'s Secret Service Center | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

As Merlin requested for a strand of Pierce's hair, the tracker on his phone kicked in as it pinged his current location.
PING!
As Pierce's current location was brought up, Merlin was then handed his old baseball cap from their Silwater days, giving Merlin the hair that he needed to do...whatever it was he was going to do.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: 7/11: Azan, Storm, Clerk, Anyone else

What was going to be a routine day of getting yelled at by customers for the Clerk was quickly changed when Azan began to get all up in his face, as well as bringing a rather large mace down on the ground while some other guy (Storm) seemed to just watch.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA! TAKE IT EASY! Christ! You're as bad as the Bookies! Okay-okay-okay. I-i-i don't who he is, he ju-just comes in every now and again and buys a few dozen cartons of Yoghurt. I mean, He pays with cash like everyone else. If he wants to dress up for ComicCon, that's fine with me...Though y-your costume is a lot better...Th-that mace almost looks-...*Gulp* [sub]real?[/sub]" He answered as he slowly hid behind the counter, lowering his profile as he hammered the silent alarm with his index finger.

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

As the trio of unlikely friends conversed, life went on in the 'Hood as the residents went about their daily routines, though they did gain some attention from the locals.
"The Hell is that?"
"Man, I must be tripping..."
"Yo, That the Amazon Drone with my PS4?"
Slowly a crowd was starting to form around them, thinking that it was some kind of show and that Katya was controlling them remotely or some other thing like that.
Even a few intimidating men with a weird emblem on their
shirts began to watch.
"Yo! Make the Green on dance!" One of them requested as the looked on expectantly.

As for the CCTV search Katya was running, it mainly brought up some week old footage of the guy leaving a 7/11 with 3 bags worth of dairy products before getting into a beaten looking RV and driving off.
But what was really interesting was that a search of that nature was already ran though the system several days earlier, the logs stating that the request was made by private company that went un-named.
Someone else was looking for this Doctor of Doom?

Los Angeles: The Old Rail Yard: Caim, Angelus, Wanderer, Anyone else

The Rail Yard was just a dreary as the brochure implied as they could make out about a dozen workers mingling with the washed up vagrants by the boxcars, namely trying to move them out of the way while a fright train backed up.
"Come on, you know the drill. 3pm coupling. Move on out people!" The Foreman ordered as if it was a parent getting a kid out of bed for school before the cars began to move.
Angelus did manage to get a few more scents in the rail yard outside of regrets and fear, Like Urine, Gun Power and crystallized methamphetamine, the last of which drew her attention to a man texting on his phone.
He stood out from everyone else from just by the fact that he didn't look like he bathed in sewerage, nevermind the overly expensive leather jacket.

Wanderer's attempts meanwhile resulted in this exchange: "Dude! I asked for spare change! What the hell am I going to do with Water?!" The Junkie whined before he realized that Wanderer could actually beat the shit out of him.
"OKAYOKAYOKAY! Shit! You're a NARC, ain't ya! Alright! Alright! This is all I Got, just...leave me alone man. Damn..." He said before throwing him a small bag of Green rocks at him before running off.

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

Being one of the most largest/busiest seaports in the entire world, the whole area was a hive of activity.
All Teri could make out was countless shipping containers being moved around like Procedurally generated game of Tetris.
Scents came and went by the thousands as Garm could pick up a nations worth of food exports and imports, chemical deliveries as well as all the pollution caused by the loading and unloading.
Dimitri was able to tap into the wifi, but it seems like the CCTV was a more basic network ran from a security center rather then being "In the Cloud" or some other tech nonsense like that.
If she could find that though, Dimitri could basically have an eye on every dock worker, shipping crate and cargo ship in the bay.
If she could find it.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: 7-11 | Los Angeles | California
Time: Afternoon​

BlackHarte

BlackHarte immediately realized the appearance of a radiating radio wave signalling distress. He stopped, mind working at speeds faster than the speed of light, subroutines running concurrently in both the past present and future. He observed it, he observed everything and all. He knew, and then his body rippled and his eye glowed bright.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA! TAKE IT EASY! Christ! You're as bad as the bookies! Okay-okay-okay. I-i-i don't who he is, he ju-just comes in every now and again and buys a few dozen cartons of Yoghurt. I mean, He pays with cash like everyone else. If he wants to dress up for ComicCon, that's fine with me...Though y-your costume is a lot better...Th-that mace almost looks-... real?" The clerk reached his hand beneath the counter and felt around for the silent alarm... except... Didn't I already press it? What's going on... I already said those things before.. didn't I?

Storm felt off, as if he had witnessed the events taking place mere moments before. Deja vu, as the contemporary citizens called it. He could sear that something very similar had just transpired, but had trouble remembering it.

BlackHarte spoke up. I have taken the liberty of disabling the radio transmissions in the current vicinity hand have likewise disabled the magnetic-writing system of all nearby cameras. BlackHarte lowered himself into a more lax position on top of Azan's head and rested.

Azan reached into his pocket and brought out a dirty gold coin and placed it on the counter, "Here, for your troubles... I suppose I will have to inspect elsewhere for this Doctor Doom character." Azan turned and looked at Storm, giving him an acknowledging nod. "We should report to the others! We are looking for a man who consumes a great deal of this.. 'Yoghurt,' I am certain some of the heretic magicks that our most peculiar allies employ will be able to make use of this information!"

Avatar Adventure
Location: Los Angeles | California
​

BlackHarte

As I thought. BlackHarte's primary intelligence projected itself far outside of his small body, seeking information in the great multitude of radio waves crossing paths in the airspace around him. Then there it was, a massive influx of cohesive radio interference... another creature made of countless smaller ones.

BlackHarte felt around for his physical body.. and found it. Lodged inside of a girl in he late teens, who by herself was also contributing to a massive amount of outgoing radio signals. Then, given some time BlackHarte attuned to the internal communication channels that the nanomachines were using and posed the question to the entity.

"You who are as of I, state your identity. I am BlackHarte, nanomachine coalition of approximately thirty three trillion individual units." He took careful note to conceal his own physical body from electronic countermeasures by nestling the main broadcast cluster in Azan's helmet, only allowing one-way broadcast and reception through a tiny hole in his helmet.

The (Un)Real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: 15th of August, 2014​

Titania

Deborah was laying beside her. She could feel the warmth of her body through the white sheets. Titania rand her fingers through Deborah's long black, silky hair and smiled sadly. Despite everything she had been through, she was still very much a child. The Blue Sorceress held tightly onto an old stuffed rabbit, its fur matted and fabric well-loved. She breathed softly, like a whisper, and the light rise and fall of her body seemed as gentle as the moonlight streaming through the window of their suite.

Titania turned away from Deborah and returned her attention to the large old tome that the girl carried around to keep tabs on the Avatar Adventure world. The cream-colored pages felt good underneath her fingers. The black ink stood out brightly in the blue light. The moon was full, an autumn fullness that spoke of fertility and bounty. Titania read the words again, slowly. Chronicling every action that happened and taking careful note on a separate piece of paper. Titania looked away again and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts wander to all of the different things that had happened since she was 'born' to the world. It was a good life. I think. She gave a genuine smile and opened her eyes. For the briefest moment she had stopped observing Azan, and it showed. She picked up her notes and compared it to the words on the page of Deborah's book. The words on the page had changed. Where the clerk had managed to hit the silent alarm before, now it seemed that BlackHarte had disabled the button.

"Deborah, we're in a lot of trouble. But, after everything, I'm glad we're in trouble together." Titania smiled and removed her reading glasses, placing them gently on the bed stand next to her. She slunk down onto her pillow and pulled the white linen sheet over her body. "I know you'll never know this... but I really do like you." Titania flipped off the light on the bed stand and closed her eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

Deborah smiled.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Elsewhere...

Jenny | Blade
Rising Dawn: Jenny's Room

Once Blade was back in mostly working condition and the crew went off on some other mission, The returning Strider laid happily in bed, making the most of his victory while Jenny went out to get something.
As he fought off the urge to have a nap, there was a knock at his door before a familiar voice said from the other side of the door "I'm back!"
"Ah, found what you were looking for then?"
"Yep! Now close your eyes."
"...Sorry?"
"You heard me. I'm not coming in until you close your eyes."

Blade was going to ask why, but shrugged before fulfilling her wish as she entered the roo-.
"No Peeking!"
"I wasn't peeking!"
"But you were thinking it."
"...Just a little bit..." He snickered, remembering that she read minds for a living.
For another minute or so, Blade kept his eyes shut until he was finally prompted to open them.
"Oh Blaaddddeee~ You can look now~!"
"Alright, So what was so important th-..." O_O

He froze in place when he opened his eyes to see Jenny in a Slightly different outfit and holding 2 Familiar looking bottles.
"What do you think? I was sure was glad that Ella had a spare outfit I could borrow..." She asked as she sat down at the end of the bed before crawling over.
"...I-....I-..." He stammered, this was just like that fantasy he was wounded back back in the frozen wastes of Kazakh City, Nice warm bed, Jenny in a nurse outfit, Sake...Then it hit him.
"...You read my mind, didn't you?"
"...Just a little bit." She confessed before going for a kiss, keen to make the most out of what time they had away from everyone, just as Blade was.

 

[000Ronald]

NEW STAT SHEETS!

Spoiler: Boss

Name: Boss. Friends call him Boss.

Age: Pre-Amnesia-Unknown. According to Edge, he literally just fell out of the sky one day.

Post Amnesia-About three years.

Appears to be in his mid-twenties

Height: 5'9 (1.5 meters)

Weight: 151 lbs (69 Kilograms)

Eyes: Bright red.

Hair: Light brown-ish. Like sand.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Clothing: Dresses very plainly; a gray-ish longsleeve shirt, bright yellow vest, blue jeans, and straw sandals he presumably nicked from Edge.

Appearance: Relaxed. Maybe a little smug.

Weapons: None. Boss isn't a big fan of violence.

Powers:

Telkinesis

Boss possesses staggeringly powerful telekinetic powers; he has lifted a passenger train, a submarine, and a skyscraper with very little discernible effort, and has struck objects with as much force as a nuclear warhead. Boss also has the power to create invisible barriers around people or objects, and in various shapes and sizes. However, this appears to be more difficult to do, or require a greater deal of concentration; while they have, for the most part, prevented him from coming to harm, their strength has varied greatly.

Boss has several secondary powers extending from his telekinetic power. The first, and most important, is that he has, at all times, a mental barrier around himself that protects him from harm. It surrounds both him and anything he touches, including his clothes, and is extremely resilient. This barrier gets weaker the more energy he has to expend, but even at the weakest is strong enough to deflect small-caliber bullets. The second is that Boss has what he calls a 'para-sense'; his barrier, in a much weaker state, extends away from him, going out up to thirty feet, or filling whatever room he is in at the moment. This extended barrier, which is too weak to stop even a beam of light, acts as an extended tactile sense, giving Boss a great deal of information about his surroundings. Boss can use this extended tactile sense to scan a large area very quickly, although this requires a great deal of concentration, and is subject to Boss's own interpretation. Also, like most of his powers, he hasn't gotten around to mastering it quite yet. Lastly, by putting a small telekinetic bauble over them, Boss has the ability to track people. This power has limits; firstly, he can only track so many people at a time. Second, this does require some concentration, and as a result, anything that distracts Boss from focusing on it will end the process immediately. Lastly, very fast movement or simply teleporting can effectively beat this method of tracking. It can be assumed that Boss has a 'bauble' around Edge at all times.

In spite of his extraordinary power, Boss tends to be extremely ineffectual in combat. First, Boss will always seek out a non-violent resolution to a conflict, sometimes even beyond the point where it would be reasonably possible. Second, Boss is terrible at utilizing his power in meaningful or creative ways. He can create barriers, walls and spheres, but cannot create more complex shapes or anything with moving parts. And, while he will fight if there is no other option, he will either hold back too much, or loose too much power, and, as a consequence, cause massive amounts of collateral damage. Because of this, Boss will generally try to seek out a place to fight where there is very little chance of people being harmed in the conflict. (uninhabited deserts, oceans, ect).

In combat, Boss will either assault the combatant with telekinetic walls of force, or throw things at them. Usually very large things, such as steamrollers, trains, and more often than one would think permissible, nearby buildings.


Teleportation

Boss's teleportation is an extension of his telekinesis; he achieves it by forcing molecules to move from one place to another. However, the more complex the thing he has to move, the more difficult it becomes, and teleporting three things to three different places that aren't immediately visible from where he is is nearly impossible. Size, also, affects his ability; while he may be able to teleport a trailer with a dozen people in it, he couldn't teleport an actual house with plumbing and wires and what have you. Teleporting more than 50 tons is out of the question. Distance, however, does not seem to be an issue; there is no observable limit to how far he can teleport something, and has teleported both large groups of people and himself in a very weakened state as far as halfway across the planet.


Under-Sense

Boss has the ability to peer into the world under the world; the world of souls. While this ought to give him incredible insight into the inner workings of reality, it does not. He can only guess as to what various aspects present in the under-world are, and how they affect things in the over-world. Furthermore, it is a power he can turn on and off, and he chooses to keep it in the 'off' position most of the time.

Weakness: Boss is, relatively speaking, extremely vulnerable to magic. While it only affects him as much as it would affect any other person, it appears to be able to bypass any barrier he puts up, striking him directly. On at least one occasion, this weakness has at least almost led to his death.

Boss is not aware of the upper limits of his powers, has no desire to explore them, and has very poor control of what he does understand. He tends to either exert too much effort or too little, and either result tends to end badly. While clever, he is gullible, and very easy to dupe, and while he is compassionate, he is very poor at judging the immediate needs of others, and is very, very reluctant to kill.

Backstory: An amnesiac young man with incredible psychic power. Boss woke up with no memory of who he was or where he came from, being carried on Edge's back on a highway. He has been involved with the Avatar Adventure team off and on before.

Spoiler: Edge

Name: Edge, although this is presumably an alias.

Age: Due to recently acquired information, Edge can very reasonably be placed to be between 45 and 55, although documented appearances before this time still remain a mystery.

Height: 6'1 (1.8 Meters)

Weight: 180 lbs (82 Kilograms)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Very lazy Lawful Neutral.

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Bright gray. Was presumably dark brown at some point.

Clothing: Wears a large, loose, greenish robe, loose gray pants underneath it, wooden sandals, a large, circular pointed hat (presumably a non la, or something similar). Underneath all of that, Edge wears a dark-colored body suit, presumably at all times. A mask covers his face; only his eyes and the top of his head are visible, and because of his hat, only rarely.

Appearance: Lythe, but very solid.

Weapons: Two single-edged longswords, two pistols (Glock 17s, fourth generation) a small number of throwing knives, and a small dagger.

Powers: Edge has a vast array of pseudo-magical powers he calls The Ninja Arts. While powerful, they cannot be used indefinitely, and each takes a physical toll on him. Furthermore, all of the higher-level powers take such a toll on him that using them for an extended amount of time takes him immediately out of any fight. The only exception to this seems to be Heal; he appears to be able to use this indefinitely, presumably because he heals himself while using it.

Edge also has a number of other powerful supernatural powers. Any object thrown (or shot) by him flies both faster than normal and will always fly towards its intended target, even making 180 degree turns; this is, in fact, a supernatural power, and not simply a skill he possesses. While the objects thrown by Edge home in on their target, they can be dodged or intercepted, and these objects gain no other unusual properties. Lastly, Edge must see, or have seen, his target.

Due to severe psychic scarring, he is functionally immune to telepathic invasion and suggestion.

Last, he has at least twenty years of training in guerrilla warfare and assassination tactics, and is exceedingly skilled in combat, both armed and unarmed.

Weakness: Edge cannot use his Ninja Arts indefinitely, and without them he is only as strong, fast, durable and intelligent as a normal (abet physically powerful) man. He can be injured, as well, and (again, without his ninja arts) he heals the same as a normal man.

Backstory: Boss's best friend, although those with a keen eye might call him a caretaker. A skilled warrior and strategist, Edge is a valuable ally to any who will have him, and is an especially valuable ally to Boss.

Boss | Edge | Ton-Ton | Caldablog | Katya
Location: L.A. (nearest residential districts)
Time: Afternoon

"My experience with gangbangers is that they're only found in the most desperate of areas." Edge said. He had changed-well, more added-to his clothes. He was now wearing a large, circular hat, a faded green robe, long black-ish pants, and a pair of wooden sandals over his regular bodysuit.

"...that doesn't answer my question." Boss said.

"I trust Violet." Edge said. "He seems well-informed, regardless of his eccentricities. If he took the time to point you in a specific direction, there's a reason for it."

Boss rolled his eyes. "He's a looser who dresses in a pink...whatever the hell that was that he was wearing."

"Why does it matter to you?" Edge asked.

"It doesn't, really." Boss said. "I trust your judgement. I just like to know things is all." Boss chuckled. "Also, anyone who literally names themselves EL DIABLO is probably bad news."

Edge nodded. "Fair enough." The two of them stopped in the middle of the street. "What do you see?"

Boss closed his eyes and let his para-sense flow out, through the street and the buildings. "Not a lot." he said. "Lots of children, lots of people with guns, and lots of people with guns hanging around children." Boss looked up. "We're not going to be killing children, are we?"

"No. We just want to talk." Edge said, pulling out one of his guns and firing four shots into the air. "But best to make sure your barrier is up, anyway."

Spoiler: Note

Edge and Boss are in the residential area looking for Diablo. I'm assuming they're on a different street than Kayata and Ton-Ton's group, but they'd be probably be close enough to hear the gunshots.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

As Teri and her cohorts waltzed right into a shipping yard, they were being watched.
While Garm tried to get Doom's scent and Dimitri looked around for access points, Teri all of a sudden felt a knife-edge against her back, causing her to yelp and freeze with shock and fear.
"...You know, the point of all that training was so I wouldn't be able to do this..."
Before another word could be said, Teri quickly reacted as she brought her staff Sadei around for swing at her attacker's skull, only for it to come to a halt as the assailant grabbed the staff before it connected.
"...Better." Rugal remarked as smiled at Teri, letting the reveal of his prank set in.

[color=0E59E4]"...THE FUCK DAD!?"[/color] escaped Teri's lips before she could think twice about it, her violent side vocalizing their (for once) agreed upon thought process.
"What? You really think I was going to sit this one out? If David wants to ride around in the VTOL, that's his loss...
Good arm, by the way. Could have taken a man's jaw clean off...Now, shall we?" He answered as he then motioned for her and Garm to follow, keeping out of the open whenever possible.

 

[Orinon]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else
As they moved through the shadows a strange feeling, as if they were being watched, Something was very Very wrong. Suddenly rugal felt an ice cold knife against his throat
"make one wrong move and your daughter dies, Rugal could see a shadowy figure holding Teri, Rugal grit his teeth someone had somehow slipped under his watchful eye, how could he let this happen angry he struck at the person holding him which broke into smoke the men all dissipated, they were illusions.
"Not so funny when someone else does it to you now is it?" A voice said Icarus dropped down.
"You taught Teri how to control her Ki, but Sensing and controlling one's energy require their own training. I could gladly demonstrate if you want" Icarus saud getting into a fighting stance and gesturing at Rugal, join me.

 

[StormShaun]

Storm, Azan, & whoever.
Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Shaking himself from the current situation, Storm would question what just happened, but the present was most important. "Agreed, though I can't help but investigate the darker places of this city, so we may question ... ruffians." He said, hoping that the message got through to the tall-standing man. "Let us hope the others have some clues, so we may be able to assemble the picture here." Storm commented as the two left the store, yet the Spartan felt a tad sorry for the cashier, he had seen a living historical figure whom left a old coin.

Outside the store, his thoughts perked up, that coin might be worth a fortune, or completely nothing. "Crap. I forgot my phone! Do we have any means for communication?"

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, & whoever.
Location: Old Rail Yard [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140427023536/gtawiki/images/b/b6/0_0_%2811111%29.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Blinking a few times, Wanderer was rather surprised with what happened. "... huh. Maybe I should have paid him." He admitted, almost cringing to himself at what he just did. Shrugging off the guilt, the Doctor moved on, holding up the clear bag to his eyes. ("Why don't you pop one?") His inner-darkness said, allowing some truth, for it would allow the mental partners to see what the drugs are. "No ... no. Lets not wake up in some gutter, besides, I haven't forgiven you!" He responded to the other side.

("Spoil sport.")
"Not if it keeps us conscious this time."

Eventually tuning out the annoying mental voice, the Doctor look upon the back again. "Lets go fishing." He said to himself, walking up and down the rail yard, hoping to find those pact-partners, who might even have a clue themselves. "Caim, Angelus! I got something!" He yelled out, wanting to quickly get to the thick of this case.

Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: The White Crib [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131215224233/saintsrow/images/e/e7/Wh_logo_01.png]'s Secret Service Center | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

The ping came up on the main computer, allowing many agents to look in the direction of the advisor. "Wait on my order to send in some people, Merlin ... " Shorn asked, giving Merlin a stern look, yet the Magician quickly spoke up. "Yes, yes! This will make it quicker. I'll start to make a portal with the hair. Knowing the location will make it only quicker." He said, moving to a open area of the CC. Soon enough his hands were beginning to move. Waving, swiping the air in front of him.

The air in the room began to grow chill and crisp, like the morning dew. The air turned to a soft breeze with a soft blue colour to it. After that, the hard air was moving like a strong gust, adding a dark blue colour. "Remember, we are now playing their game!" Shorn yelled over the gust, quickly ordering armed agents to get ready. Merlin, who was moving his hands in fury and swiftness, then suddenly clapping his hands, a short single hair of Pierce in-between them.

Release his hands, it was like they gave birth to a glowing square doorway. Breathing heavily, Merlin gave a soft grin. "It is done. I'll volunteer first, we should be close to the man." Merlin said, entering the doorway slowly, it gave a ripple as the magician entered.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

Roscoe's, home of the world famous Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles. As horrid a pairing as they sounded, Katya Rostikova had to admit that it was pretty delish, especially since she was halfway finished with her second helping. The gathering crowd was not unnoticed but they were being ignored by Kat and Co. At least until one of the gathered hoods made the wrong comment in Katya's vicinity.

"Yo, That the Amazon Drone with my PS4?"

"BWHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!" The H@xxxoring Heroine laughed, launching a few wads of chewed Chicken and Waffles into the air, spattering on the shirts of one of the "intimidating" thugs, "PS4? More like PSSn0r3. PC M@st3R R@c3 4evs, son! What chu got? A l0w r3nt PC! N0t 3v3n a PC, h0mi3!"

If the thugs had just ignored Katya's comments, everything would have been okay. Everything would have been copacetic and no one would have been hurt. But you know these consoletards, writin' checks that their ass can't cash.

"Yo! You sound like one of those 12 year old kids on X-Box Live. Why don't chu go back to school little girl and gimme those drones so's I can sell em and buy 'Last of Us Remastered.'"

Katya's reaction, as sudden as it must've been to her companions was quite justified in Katya's world. Them's were fightin' words!

"B3WP. Music plz."


As soon as the beats started, the beatings started as well, starting with a thug getting a face full of Katya's leftovers, the crash of the plate and the groaning of the thug caused the crowded restaurant to start clearing. When Katya was done with these thugs, they would remember their manners and never ever accuse a PC gamer of playing X-Box Live.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Avatar Adventure
Location: 7-11 | Los Angeles | California
Time: Afternoon​

Azan, Storm, Clerk

As Azan and Storm left the Clerk with that priceless old coin, he laughed nervously before saying "Thank you, Come again!" as he eyed up his new procession.
On their way out of the 7/11, a man with a Kinda logo on his shirt gave them a weird look before moving on.
When Azan and Storm were moving anyway, he approached the counter before pulling a pistol at the storeowner.
"Alright, you know the drill by now. Hands up, Fool!" He shouted at the Clerk as he groaned "Oh come on! How many times can this happen in one week!?" before he went though the routine usually caused by a stick up.

Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: The White Crib [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131215224233/saintsrow/images/e/e7/Wh_logo_01.png]'s Secret Service Center/ Wise Rd NW | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

Merlin and his forces went though the doorway and found themselves on The side of the road by some forest, but there was no sign of Pierce or his captors.
PING!
The Tracer went off again to give an update on the location of the the captured Communications Director.
Whatever was going on, he was clearly on the move...

 

[StormShaun]

Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: The White Crib [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131215224233/saintsrow/images/e/e7/Wh_logo_01.png]'s Secret Service Center/ Wise Rd NW | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

With an update from the CC, Shorn yelled into the group's earpieces. "It's on the move! Get back ... ", and Merlin easily responded by pushing the group back through the still open portal, muttering a old'e curse world that no one picked up as they were transported by the house. "What a success!" Merlin said sarcastically as he threw off his earpiece onto the planning table. The other Advisor came back with a smug look. "Come." He said to Merlin, and the magician walked up and started to jog beside the tactician.

The two were about the leave the White Crib's main doors, Merlin made shorn stop. "You have a plan ... don't you?" He said, carrying over the smugness that came with the other advisor. Giving an approving nod, Shorn walked through the opened doors to the front lawn of the crib, yet a really loud noise came from there. "I got a "Do whatever it fucking takes" order from him." Shorn said over the noise, with amusement as the source of the noise came into view.

Spoiler

"We're ... going to fly in that?" Merlin said, allowing his usual calm persona to fall for a bit.

And in mere seconds, they certainly were. "Keep in contact with citadel as I fly ... and try to not touch any of the weapons" Shorn yelled over the VTOL's system, Merlin giving an approving nod, internally wondering about what weapons this thing has.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Anyone else

"~Sometimes a man with nothing good left to die for
Can live with nothing to lose~..."[footnote]Life in Bullet Time: Miracle Of Sound (Gavin Dunne)[/footnote]

Over the skies of the City of Angels, the transport VTOL did some flybys of the city, keeping on the clock lest someone requests support.
And on board was David, sitting in the hold with a Anti-Material Rifle, singing to past the time.
"~I keep watching the world go by in bullet time
Keep pushing the pain back down inside
Time trickles away as golden hammers chime
Keep hunting the peace I've been denied~..." He halfheartedly sang as he awaited the call for Sniper Support, somewhat regretting his choice of tactical deployment as a result.
Once he finally finished counting all the rivets in the ceiling, he sighed as he looked over to his "Spotter" of sorts (Chris) staring out the window at the city below.
"...Hellva a view, huh? Guess that's one thing I can say about being on the Rising Dawn, you get to see the world, eh Chris?..." He remarked as he tried to start a conversation, though he knew that Chris wasn't really the talkative type.

Spoiler: Meanwhile...In Washington

Merlin, and Shorn.
Location: The White Crib [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131215224233/saintsrow/images/e/e7/Wh_logo_01.png]'s Secret Service Center | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

With the President's finest on the case and now airborne, they were then sent the latest location of their target.
PING!
All the while, his captors seemed to be moving southbound on Western Ave NW at a high speed, the suburban area they were racing though seemed rather friendly for high speed chases.
As time went on, Pierce was starting to get knocked around a lot as the car served between lanes, while it wasn't any worse then being in the passageer seat when the President was driving, his cramped position didn't exactly help.

[HEADING=3]94/100 HP[/HEADING]

 

[bluerocker]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

[color=0E59E4]"Oh, what the fuck?!"
"...Okay, I've had it up to here with all this bullshit."[/color]

It was a quick turn of events, suddenly being (faux) threatened with a knife by her father, and then Icarus popping in and trying to start a fight as well (and did he imply that she was some sort of person who needed rescuing?); the Cleric in question was starting to reach her wit's end, a feeling that was, yet again, shared by her darker side. As she watched the two men begin to take stances, Teri's fists began to shake, her teeth ground hard against one another, and before Rugal or Icarus knew it; the calming aura that they had come to recognize with their healer changed into something far more frigid: harsh and cold, almost like the sharp slap of a winter morning.

Garm gave a concerned whine at the sudden shift in the Cleric's attitude; and backed away from Teri, the fur on the back of his neck standing up, and his ears flat against his head.
[color=3897E0]

"Your Ladyship..."

[/color]
Dimitri flickered on his display, and looked desperate to say something, but the words didn't seem to want to come out. In short, he looked just as worried as Garm did...

After a moment of frigid silence, Teri's gaze moved between the Half-Angel and her father-figure, and she took a deep breath before shouting: [color=0E59E4]"ENOUGH!"[/color] at both of the men, and continuing, her voice taking that harsh edge, (while still remaining an unnerving amount of control on it's tone) [color=0E59E4]"...Now that I both have your attention, I think that we need to remember what we're doing here: Looking for Doctor Doom. That's it. Not testing my abilities, or demonstrating our powers to one another. And frankly, I understand I really screwed up there, but there is a line to be drawn when a fucking knife brought to my back. Dad, have you lost your mind?! And you say MOM is bad about the training? Take a look in the mirror. If you want me to improve so badly, tell me to get to a training room before deciding that scaring me like is going to solve anything."[/color]

She looked to Icarus after that, and then pointed at him, [color=0E59E4]"And you! I don't know what your damage is, but we're in the middle of something here. If you wanna spar, that's fine and dandy, but get a better sense of timing than just dropping in and doing God knows whatever before asking for a play fight!

You two need to sort out your goddamned priorities. We're here for Doctor Motherfucking Doom. Not my training, not to spar with each other, the fucking metal man in the fucking green cloak who is linked to a bunch of other evil men. And, unlike you two machismo charged, dickwaving, musclebound morons, I actually give a damn about what happens. Now will you two stop acting like children and get back on task, or do I have to do everything myself and leave you here to continue your theatrics?"[/color]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg looked to each other in confusion, seeing as A) they were still being referred to as 'Drones', B) A fight just broke out on their behalf and C) there were gunshots somewhere nearby. It had appeared that their little excursion had descended into chaos. However, with Katya willingly fighting a bunch of goons in their defense, Ton Ton gave a soft sigh, and patted Cadolbolg's back, [color=15650D]"We should probably try to help out; she is defending our honor after all; despite calling us Drones incorrectly several times."[/color]
"Maybe if we help, she'll stop calling us drones? I'm very much real, and I'm not super happy with being called Not Real..."
[color=15650D]"A good deed is it's own reward, Cadolbolg; but perhaps we could ask. Not to mention those gunshots worry me. Let's try to make this quick, this is a public place after all."[/color]

With that, the Cutie Bruisers sprung into action; Ton Ton leaping to the closest Gangster and bashing him in the head with his Lantern and Cadolbolg flying beside Katya and whopping a goon with his tail, "If we help you, you'll stop calling us Drones, right?"

Caim, Angelus, Wanderer, Anyone Else

Angelus gave a smile and a nod to Wanderer's discovery of the green rocks, and held a finger to her lips, signalling over the rings between the three of them, "The one in the hide-coat (leather) smells 'off'. I suspect he may be involved with this drug operation as well. Caim seeks to take the high ground, and I will act as distraction. I take it you are skilled in the art of ambush, yes?"

By her words, Caim had already sprung to a still train car, his jumping abilities serving him well in a more mundane setting (and Angelus gave a slight wince at the inevitable 'thump' that followed). With that, she motioned for Wanderer to hide as she began a walk towards the man in the leather jacket, emulating one of status and purpose perhaps on par with a debutante or a high class buyer. The dress certainly helped the image.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

"If we help you, you'll stop calling us Drones, right?" Inquired Cadolbolg as he and Ton Ton joined the fray, the question giving Katya a slight pause as she decked one of the g00nz in the face with a nano-agent created set of brass knuckles. Was the word "dr0n3z" un-PC? Katya wasn't a troll. She didn't want to insult anyone.

"W311 h0w 'b0ut UCAV? 00b3r-c00t an1m3 v3h1cl3?" The H@xxx0ring Heroine responded before addressing B3WP, "B3WP, d0 j00r b3st13 a flava. Overlay FF0000 over h0st13 thr3atz & m3rkz, 00FF00 on 3'ry0n3 3lz3."

There was a pause as B3WP decyphered what was said before answering, "

Command acknowledged Little Miss.  Red overlay set for hostiles with lethal weapons and violent criminal histories, green for non-combatants and non-violent criminal offenders.

"

"D1n't I say dat?" The Girl retorted, her voice filled with a bit of annoyance, though satisfied that B3WP followed the order. Looking around, she noted that many of the g00nz with the Ace of Spades logo were highlighted in red, which suited her just fine.

"HEY j00CAVz, duck!" The young girl said as she threw a silver globule at a pack of g00nz. If Cadolbolg or Ton Ton tracked the silver mass, they would have seen it morph and split into several smaller masses, until there was an even number of silver masses to g00nz in the pack - 1. There was a *CHUNK! CHUNK! CHUNK! CHUNK! CHUNK!*ing of flesh as the pack of g00nz in fell to the ground, silver throwing knives protruding from their chest. The single remaining g00n from the pack looked at Katya in disbelief.

"B00!" Katya cried out as she decked him into unconsciousness. Even as more g00nz died or were disabled by the trio an additional wave of these Ace of Spade g00nz began showing up as word of the brawl spread through the neighborhood. To top of that bit of news:

*BRING BRING! BRING BRING!*

"Aww crud!" KatyR exclaimed as she picked up the call, "0H H3Y M0MZ! N0 N0 N0, JUST 1N A RAV3! Y3Z m0mz th3y play M0t0rh3ad at rav3z. 0h hol3 0n m0mz g3ttin' another call."

As she switched over to her second line, the darkly dressed girl sent one of the g00nz flying into a deep fryer with a well timed kick, the smell of frying hands wafted into the air, filled the diner with the heavenly smell of fried chicken... at least it smelled like chicken.

"Hi Penny!" Katya said in a different, as in normal sounding, voice, "You don't say? I've got my mom on the other line, way to warn me! I had to tell her that I was in the middle of a rave. Yes, Penny, that IS gunfire in the background. No, I am NOT firing a gun. Oh, I gotta tell you this. I met these two cute little drones... well... they don't like to be called drones. So I'm waiting for them to decide on UCAV. Um... UberCute Animated Vehicles? BECAUSE they look like little anime pets that you'd normally see in plushy form, except for the flying dragon turtle, he's made of... well... I don't know what he's made of. Oh shit. Lemme get rid of my mom. Oh. You've gotta go to? Alright. Well tell me what you find out about the Rising Dawn. Oh... and check out someone named Doctor Doom for me would you? Yeah, it IS a rather silly name. Anyways. Talk to you soon."

*BEEP*

"0H h3y m0mz! I g0tta b00gi3! I'm g01ng backstag3 with th3 band. K? Luvz ya!" Katya said before hanging up the line and addressing the c00ti3br00z3rs while kicking a g00n in the nethers, "S0 wut ab0ut UCAV?"

 

[Ramien Grey]

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Anyone else

The drow started for a moment as she heard the still unfamiliar person address her. She turned from the window, her cheeks darkening slightly. "Oh, um..." She shrugged, her palms lifting upwards slightly. "This is... the first time I've been to a... world like this, mister... David." She gestured to the city outside the window. "It's... a lot different than anything I've... really seen before." Her voice dropped for a moment, almost a whisper. "It... makes me feel rather... lost."

She paused for a moment, realizing how she must sound at the moment. A wry smile touched her lips as she looked back at David, her voice stronger again. "But... I'm used to... being a stranger in a... strange land by now, so..." Her head shook slightly from side to side. "I'll... find a place eventually, given time." Resting her back against the wall as she faced him fully, she continued. "But... trying to... find someone is not a good time to... try and get one's bearings, so... I hope I'm not imposing on you too much."

Her hands fell back into her lap as she watched David for a moment. "So... While we wait here, can you... tell me about this world? I've... met people who... came from Earth, or at least a Earth, but they each painted... such different pictures of the world..." She looked back at him curiously. "And you... do seem to be native here, yes? Who... better to ask?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

Thanks to Katya going all "PC Elitist" on everyone's ass, she was able to turn a simple curious crowd into a violent hoard as a lot of offended console users began to draw their weapons as the civilians ran for cover.
With the men inside the restaurant taken care of, They were able to notice a few more gang members moving in to join the fight as they took cover behind cars outside, firing into the Roscoe's with pistols and at least on automatic handgun.
And just as icing on the cake, the Manager was soon inbound, carrying a Drum fed shotgun before shouting "THE WII-U WILL DOMINATE!" and opening fire on the trio.

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Boss, Edge

Meanwhile, Boss and Edge's attempts at...errr..."Conversation" didn't go un-noticed as soon several gang members leaned out of their windows firing at them, the bullets bouncing off Boss's barrier.
As they were going that however, a nearby garage door opened as a Muscle car drove out, lining itself up with the duo before the driver hit the gas and bailed, sending a massive car shaped projectile racing towards them

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

"...I-....*sigh*..." Rugal groaned as he was given a lengthy breakdown of just how much Teri DIDN'T like his idea of a prank.
If he didn't know better, he would blame Icarus for crashing the scene, but unfortunately, he did know better.
"...Sorry..." He merely said as he motioned for her to take the lead.
Great, First Kazuya shows up, then this... He thought at as he looked to the Angel.
"...Like she said, it can wait until after. Kazuya is the last kind of person you'd want to keep waiting..." He then said as he moved onward, clearly regretting his idea of a prank.
"...Icarus, Think you can do a flyby of the Dock? If I remember correctly, this is a prime location for shady dealings. Arms, Drugs, you name it. They wouldn't trust Doom with it, but it might help us figure out what the Bookies need him for."

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Anyone else

"Brief breakdown, eh? Sure thing, Chris." David agreed as he stood up and began walking around to collect his thoughts.
"Well, first off, Earth is a mainly human domain as you know. From what our science has gathered thus far, we were evolved from monkeys and over eons and though the power of procreation, we started to explore our world, build settlements, kingdoms, countries. We did many great things, had a crap ton of wars over stuff that seemed important at the time, invented machinery, such as this Vertical Take Off and Landing transport we are in. Now, we mainly spend our days keeping everything running without a massive world war wiping us all out like in Wanderer's world." He went on, History wasn't his strong suit, but he figured it sounded informative enough (Then again, what did he know?)

"Myself? I'm a native, Aye. Hail from a Isle they call "Ireland" in Western Europe, a land with many different countries and cultures. Our one basically boils down to drinking, Farming and bitching about the weather. If we ever get a quite moment, I might convince the crew to go there for a holiday. It'd rain 24/7, but it would be a lot less "Eventful" then most of what happens over here. Booze would be better too." He then joked, pulling out a flask with the Irish Tri-color to show his cultured side.

"Now, while I used to think that this world was boring and mundane, if there is one thing I've found with the Rising Dawn, if you look hard enough, you can find just about anything here. Be it human, Drow, Demonic, Mutant, Machine, Demi-God, I swear, No idea where they've been hiding my whole life. Out of the 30 years, give or take, I've been on this earth, they only really started to turn up in the last couple. That or they've been getting more noticeable."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: Local Shoppes | Los Angeles | California
Time: Afternoon​

Azan

BlackHarte had coiled up in his helmet in one of the most uncomfortable ways Azan could imagine. Some of the nanomaterial was leaking into his ears, and most definitely there would be some stuck in his hair after the demon had presumed to exhume himself from the small confines of the feathered helmet. Despite every fact this and that, Azan had a mild confidence to his walk as he held tight to his grand mace.

"I do not have any means of long range communication!" Azan boomed, "Perhaps we should see if the clerk has possession of a rave that we could borrow?" The knight spun on his heel and began his march into the convenience store... when he saw the clerk on the wrong end of a handgun.

"That man is in trouble! Come compatriot of justice, we must defend the weak!" Aza took a small hopping step before launching himself barrelling through the sliding doors, grand mace spinning in hand, "FOR THAT IS WHAT THE SCRIPTURE COMMANDS!" Not that it should matter to me ever since I was excommunicated. He added to himself silently.

The 'answer' to his pseudo-quandary was answered when the grand mace slammed into the thug's chest and a loud crack filled the store. At least four ribs. Azan gave thought. "If we are to question ruffians, let us begin with this one!" His weapon is smaller than Guts's... but it is still a 'gun' I think. I have to be careful.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

"THE WII-U WILL DOMINATE!" The Restaurant's Manager screamed, advertising just how far reaching the console corruption become: infiltrating the very fabric of society. The darkly dressed woman stood in the middle of the diner and stared at the Restaurant's manager in disbelief before laughing, even as the man pulled the shotgun's trigger several times, the spent shotgun shells bouncing off the diner's counter, ejecting little wisps of smoke as they settled onto the floor.

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHA! S3r10usly?! The W11-U?! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Kayta loudly chortled as B3WP, detecting the imminent danger that its host was in, ordered its nano-agents to wrap the girl in a protective, skin clinging shell.

Sh13ldz Up! - The diner's facade appeared to explode as the manager's buckshot shattered windows, splintered wood and caused plates of food to messily explode, all the while Katya stood unharmed in the middle of the buckshot blitz. An occasional spark flew off of the girl's metallic hide until the manager's shotgun finally ran out of shells. Pulling the the drum from the receiver, the manager tossed the spent ammo container aside and grabbed for a replacement from under the counter.

"J00r s0 t0ast!" The young h@xxxor1ng heroine exclaimed as she ran towards the manager and jumped up, sliding over the counter to land next to the manager who flinched and started fumbling with the magazine. Katya's silver hand shot out towards the counter next to her and ripped a power cord out of the wall. CHING! The silver toaster ching'd as it impacted against the side of the manager's head and ejected two slices of burnt toast.

With the manager taken care of, the trio only had the gaggle of g00nz assembled outside. Having heard the shotgun stop firing inside, they ceased fire as well, waiting to see what would happen next.

"S0 00b3r c00ti3 an1m3 v3h1cl3z, any 1d3az?" Katy inquired towards he companions as she peered out the window at the veritable army of g00nz waiting for them.

 

[Orinon]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else
As Rugal asked he found that the half angel had seemingly disappeared a few seconds later He re-appeared
"She's Scary when she gets angry." Icarus admitted
"One flyby coming right up " He then flew into the air looking around. 15 minutes later the sound of shouting as someone plummeted into the water Icarus swooped down and pulled them out a black market dealer with a shaved head, goatee and a dirty trench coat. He shoved the man he stumbled in front of Rugal, spitting out water getting dangerously close to getting Rugal's suit wet.
"what the hell is wrong with this Kid?"
"I said Talk not complain" Icarus growled, swiftly approaching the man The others noticed his eyes had gotten darker, and the pupils were thinner.
"This guy's got contacts, Plus I found this in his safe." he held out a receipt.
"AN order of one shark fin soup and Kraken rolls to a mister Victor Doom, This bastard has an illegal restaurant"
"I'm just making a liv'in, them sharks don't need their-argh" Icarus grabbed him with a pinch grip on his ear
"maybe someone should rip off your body parts see how you like that huh?" Icarus looked like he was ready to kill.
"Now speak mortal else you wish to experience true pain"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

While Icarus was up in the clouds for all that time, he did notice a few other details before he pounced on that shady looking guy.
Namely that there was a prefab doubling as an office that had a lot of guys texting on their phones nearby, possibly used for on site digital equipment (And Wifi), as well as a bunch of dock workers crowded around a Rather Nice looking Bike with a Weird Logo on the fuel tank while a bunch of men in suits took a cigarette break around one of the warehouses nearby.
Speaking of the warehouse, there was a lot of activity over there and not many of them looked like they worked at the docks.

As for the guy himself, the reality of his situation was finally starting to dawn on him.
"Wait-Wait-Wait-Okay....Fucking hell, man....I mean...They're sharks. They are just giant swimming mouths...y-you know?...I mean, Yeah, I might have sold it to some guy who dressed up like that guy from the comic books. Paid in cash, drove an old RV for some reason, but...Look, if you want, I'll turn myself in man. I'll go straight. Just they wouldn't hire me at the Japanese Seafood place, Manager said I didn't look Asian enough and that is breaks the atmosphere. I mean...I-I just want to be a chef...y-you know?" He explained to Icarus, starting to back away from the Angel.